Writing is an ART, and words are like COLORS. my paper is a giant COLORING BOOK as i fill it with the emotions i am FEELING and the lonliness i fear. I hate the way you leave me by myself, I just sit there and CRY....

[[Please turn off the radio alarm clock. I'm in the mood for being late. It's been a while since I kept everyone waiting. Wash my face like I was taught and swallow pills to numb the aches. Never mind being late, Today I just won't show up.]]

You said that things would never change, you said that things would always be that way, you said that we'd never be apart, you said that from the start, you lied, you lied to me, and now i can clearly see, see what you've done to me

Time crashing in on me, wishful thinking, wishful thinking, wishful thinking...

"My heart is broke-i have some glue-help me inhale-i'll float up to you..."

~Nirvana

You said the world was made for us, you said there was no one else you could trust, all the times i was there how could you say i didnt care?

You are my color in this black and white world

**It looks OKAY on the OUTSIDE**
**but...**
**on the INSIDE its all BROKEN**

Your words are so sharp, they cut like a blade.
The scars they leave behind, are never to fade.

You shouldn't be ALONE when you're BROKEN